Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 271 Meeting

In a small private room in Heyu Teahouse, the aroma of tea rises, the atmosphere is peaceful, yet it also has a strong smell of fireworks. The bright sunlight shines through the carved windows, pouring onto the wooden tables and chairs like water, adding a warm hue to this world.

Zhongli and Tartaglia sat opposite each other, a faint aroma wafting from the cups in front of them. Their eyes met, and it seemed as if invisible sparks were flashing in the air.

Lin Huan stood beside Mr. Zhongli, bowed slightly, and introduced the guest to Mr. Zhongli: "Mr. Zhongli, this is Mr. Dardalia from the Kingdom of Winter. Mr. Dardalia, this is Mr. Zhongli, the guest of the Wangsheng Hall."

Zhongli nodded slightly, his expression as steady as a mountain, his eyes revealing a deep and calm calm. His voice was like the sound of an ancient and distant bell, steady and powerful: "I have heard of your great name for a long time."

Tartaglia smiled politely in return, with curiosity and excitement gleaming in her eyes. That smile was as bright as the sun, full of vigor and vitality: "Mr. Zhongli, nice to meet you. It is my honor to meet you today."

Lin Huan nodded and smiled, "Since the two of you have already met, as the person who introduced you to each other, I will not bother you any more. I hope your conversation goes smoothly." After that, she looked at her husband and turned around to leave the room. Her figure gradually disappeared behind the door, as if she had merged into the noisy torrent of Liyue Harbor outside the door.

Zhongli and Tartaglia watched Lin Huan leave and slowly took their seats. The tea master served the tea at the right time, his movements skillful and elegant.

Zhong Kai said, "Your Excellency is so concerned about the Immortal Sending Ceremony, there must be a deep meaning behind it." His tone was neither hurried nor slow, as if he was talking about an ordinary trivial matter. However, his eyes were fixed on Tartaglia, as if he wanted to see more information from his expression.

Tartaglia made no secret of his intentions, his eyes were firm and resolute: "Mr. Zhongli has a keen eye. I do have many questions about the death of the God of Rock, and the Ceremony of Sending the Immortals may help me solve some of the mysteries. We, the Fatui, will also do our best to assist the Hall of the Rebirth in preparing the ceremony to show our sincerity."

Zhongli took a sip of tea, savoring the aroma while pondering Tartaglia's words. He put down the teacup and said slowly, "Very good. Then, regarding the search for the place where the Seven Stars hide the Immortal Ancestor's transformation, does your Excellency have any clues?"

Tartaglia pondered for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table, as if sorting out his thoughts. "There are no definite clues yet, but my Fatui's intelligence network will definitely play a role. However, I also hope that Mr. Zhongli can provide some key information. After all, you know everything about Liyue."

Zhongli shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of caution: "This matter needs to be carefully considered. The death of the God of Rock has complicated the situation in Liyue. We must not act rashly."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Tartaglia's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "Mr. Zhongli is right. However, I firmly believe that our cooperation will yield fruitful results."

The two of them fell into a brief silence, and the atmosphere in the teahouse became somewhat solemn and depressing. However, their eyes never left each other, as if they were engaged in a silent but fierce contest.

Zhongli broke the silence, his voice steady and powerful: "The Immortal Sending Ceremony is a major event for Liyue, and requires careful and meticulous preparation. Since you have promised to help, you must do your best."

Tartaglia nodded and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhongli. I always keep my word. I will make sure the ceremony of sending the immortals goes smoothly."

Zhongli nodded slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He continued, "As for the place where Lord Yan's immortal body is stored, we need to explore it carefully. We must not cause unnecessary disturbances."

Tartaglia smiled and said, "Mr. Zhongli, you have thought it through. I will be sure to proceed with caution."

As the conversation deepened, the two gradually expanded their topics to the history, culture and future of Liyue. Zhongli, with his profound knowledge and deep insights, painted a magnificent picture of Liyue for Tartaglia. Tartaglia, with his strong desire to explore the unknown and his fearless spirit, brought Zhongli a new perspective and thinking direction.

In this process, Zhongli's calmness and wisdom were fully revealed. He was like an ancient wise man, with insight into everything in Liyue. Every word he said was full of wisdom and power, which made people believe him involuntarily. And Tartaglia's decisiveness and courage were also impressive. He was not afraid of difficulties and challenges, and actively sought answers. His enthusiasm and vitality were like a clear spring, injecting fresh breath into this serious conversation.

Time passed by unnoticed, and the guests in the teahouse changed one after another. However, Zhongli and Tartaglia seemed to have forgotten the passage of time and were immersed in their conversation.

When the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the door of the teahouse like a golden veil, Zhongli slowly stood up. His eyes revealed a trace of fatigue, but more of satisfaction. "I benefited a lot from talking with you today. I hope our cooperation can proceed smoothly."

Tartaglia also stood up, his smile still brilliant and dazzling: "Mr. Zhongli, I am also looking forward to our cooperation. I believe that we can solve the mystery of the death of the God of Rock."

The two said goodbye at the entrance of the teahouse and strode forward in different directions. Their figures slowly lengthened in the afterglow of the setting sun. One had a straight back, like a towering mountain, which was admirable; the other had a straight back, like a sharp blade.

In an unnoticed corner not far away, Lin Huan quietly watched the end of the meeting, let out a light sigh, and the moment he turned around, his figure dissipated like smoke and became invisible.